MY EX-HUBAND WANTS US BACK, I SAID NO

Mia's POINT OF VIEW

"I'm here to see Liam," I told the receptionist when I got to Liam's company.

"Okay ma'am, you can go in. He is less busy right now," the receptionist informed me. I thanked her and walked into his office with the signed divorce papers with me. I should have known he didn't love me, I felt so used and worthless.

For the past 3 years I spent with him, he has always been cold towards me. I thought I had found someone who loved me after a series of heartbreaks from different men before I married him. I thought Liam was going to be the man for me, the man of my dreams, the man I am ready to spend all my life with, but I was wrong.

The first few month of our marriage, he made me feel loved, the love I have never had from my family, not even my step-siblings. Losing my mummy wasn't enough, he didn't even wait for a few weeks after my mum's burial, and neither did he think that I was carrying his child. Our blood before he gave me the divorce letter. I felt serious pain in my heart like I was going to have a heart attack. I had difficulties breathing properly, and I didn't know how to explain how I felt right now.

I stood at the entrance of his office as I took a deep breath in and out. I didn't want to feel vulnerable, I didn't want him to know that the divorce had much effect on me. I knocked on the door, and I heard his cold voice asking me to come in.

"Come in" he said, as I stepped into his office, he raised his head to look at me, and we maintained eye contact for a few seconds.

All I could see in his eyes was the cold, wicked, nonchalant look that I had always seen for the past 3 years. I tried to make this marriage work, but I think it is better off as we are separated now.

He cleared his throat and said in his usual cold, emotionless voice. "What do you want from me?" he asked me as he moved his eyes back to his laptop.

"I've signed the divorce letter and I have come to drop it at your office because I have been calling you, but you didn't pick it up". I put down the brown envelope with me on his office desk.

He looked at me, then back at the envelope and picked it up. He took out the contents in the envelope and went through it. The silence in the room was suffocating. It felt like I had spent more than an hour standing in this room with him. The tension in the room was so strong that I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.

"OK, you can go," he said with a cold voice that echoed in the room.

"I will be paying for your bills till you put you to bed. I will do my responsibility as a father for the child," he announced, as he dropped the envelope back on the table, signaling me with his hands that I should walk out of his office.

"Well, I don't need your help with the bills, and I don't want my child to know she has a wicked man as a father. I can pay them myself, Mr. Billionaire." I gave him the piece of my mind before walking out of his office

As I got to the entrance of the door, the door went open, and I was shocked to see my step-sister, Sliver, in a very short and revealing outfit cat walking into Liam's office with confidence. I am not going to deny that I was so pissed off, like my step-sister?? I was so shocked that I stood rooted to the spot unable to process anything, that I didn't know I was blocking the entrance.

"Hey bitch, can you leave the door?" she said as she gave me a weird look, as I excused myself from the door and gave her passage to enter Liam's office.

"Hey babe," she called excitedly, as she walked towards Liam happily and sat on his lap, I was beyond shocked.

How come I did not notice that something was going on between my step-sister and my ex-husband? I knew he was having an affair with someone outside our marriage, but I never knew it was my step-sister. I looked back and saw the warmth, love, and affection I had never seen in his eyes. He always looked at me with a cold look, but now he is looking at my step-sisters with love. I felt stupid at that point, I felt used and useless.

I wasted 3 good years with Liam, I thought, as I felt a sharp pain in my heart. It felt like they were the only ones in the room. I didn't want to break down crying in their presence, I didn't want them to feel like they had won. I rushed out of the office the fastest way I could, with the thought of coming back stronger.

When I got to my car, I broke down in tears. My heart was tearing apart, I felt like I was losing my breath, I felt so weak and unable to control my tears. I felt stupid, betrayed, numb, vulnerable, you can call it whatever you like. But I haven't felt like this in years, even my mother's death didn't make me feel like that, but seeing my step-sister with my ex-husband broke me even more.

I tried to show him enough love, not knowing he was getting the love elsewhere. My love for him is just like pouring a bucket of water inside a well, no matter the amount of water, no matter the number of years I keep pouring the water, it is never going to get filled.

(FLASHBACK)

I was feeling weak that very day, and I also noticed that I missed my period, so I went out to buy a pregnancy test kit.

Tears dropped from my eyes as I stared at the test strip in my hand, which marked two red dots indicating that I was pregnant. My heart wrenched in pain as more tears rolled out of my eyes and down to my mouth, making me feel the saltiness of my tears. How will Liam react when I tell him I am pregnant? Will it make him love me more, or will the news make him hate me? This question occupied my mind but I couldn't get an answer until I told him.

I took a deep breath in and out before walking out of the bathroom to the bedroom. I saw Liam sitting on the bed with his back against the bed rest while working on his laptop.

"Uhm.... Hi," I said nervously, hoping he wouldn't snap at me like he used to do.

"Hummmmm," he just hummed as his eyes didn't leave what he was doing on his laptop.

"I want to talk to you. Please, I need your full attention," I voiced out while playing with my fingers.

"Yes, what is it? If you don't have my attention, I won't be responding to you right now." he answered, as he looked up in my direction, his cute blue eyes piercing deep into my soul.

"I have good news Liam," I stated, and he just hummed.

"I'm pregnant," I revealed, and I gulped down nothing in fear of his response, as I watched his facial expression change.

"Liam, you are not saying anything," I pointed out, hoping for him to at least react happily to what I just told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, as I was looking kind of confused.

"I mean......." I stuttered, unable to complete my words because I was nervous and scared.

"You are going to abort that child in your womb, 'cause I am not ready to be a father. And I don't need any child with you, not in this loveless marriage" he stated, without an emotion, and I felt a sharp pain piercing through my heart. It looked as if my whole world was crumbling.

"Abort my baby?? We waited for 3 years to have a child. Now that we have finally had one, you are asking me to abort?

"It can never happen, Liam, it can never happen. I won't abort my baby, I'm not going to abort this baby in my womb, Liam." I said, as tears rolled out of my eyes and placed my hand on my tummy in a protective way.

After a while, he walked out on me and walked into his closet, only for him to come back with a brown envelope.

He stretched the envelope to me and asked me to open it.

"What is this?" I asked with a shaky hand.

"Open it and don't ask a question" he responds rudely.

I took out the contents that were inside the envelope, and what I saw made me break down in tears.

Tears streamed down my eyes, as I was unable to process this divorce letter I was lost staring at the divorce letter with me, I wanted to make this work, and I was determined to do anything to keep my marriage.

But at this point, I can't describe how I felt. He never loved me, I was just deceived, I was the only one in love with him. The feeling was never mutual, which I knew, but I was only trying to deceive myself by believing he loved me too.

He rejected me and my child. Well, maybe it is for the best for my child and me. At least, my child won't grow up in a loveless marriage, or a loveless home, I thought.

"What did I do??" I asked him, as I stared into his cold blue eyes with no emotion in them.

"What does it look like? I know you can read" he replied, as he broke eye contact with me.

I have to beg him even though I know I don't deserve the divorce, but all my pleads fall on deaf ears. He is determined to get a divorce by all means.

"Mia, you are going to sign the damn paper because if you don't, you know how toxic it can be, and I don't want to lay my hands on you," he said, with no emotion in his voice, his brown piercing eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"But I haven't done anything to warrant this, Liam. I have been tolerating this for years. Even if you don't love, I won't fight back for you to do it, I won't even beg for love. As you can see, I'm not requesting your attention or your love. But please let me just keep this child." I muttered, as tears streamed down my eyes. I felt the saltiness of the tears in my mouth.

"Liam please, at least for the sake of our child," I fell down on my knees holding his legs, but he pulled his legs out of my hand, making me fall in the process.

"Mia, if you know what is best for you, sign the papers and let everyone part ways. About the child, you can make the right decision by aborting it before it is too late" he told me, and I looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes.

"I am not going to abort this child in my womb. That will never happen when I am alive," I replied, with determination in my voice.

"Well, we will see to it then," he added, as he walked out of the room picking up his jacket and his suitcase.

"Don't forget to sign the paper, if you know what is good for you," he shouted from the staircase, and I broke down in tears.

END OF FLASHBACK

I was still lost in my thoughts when my ringing phone brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at the caller, but it was a strange number.

"Hello," I said tiredly and weakly.

"Wait, what?? Hold on, I will be there soon," I ended the call, shaking and panicking. Immediately, I started my car and drove off.

The ride to my father's mansion was a long one. Different thoughts ran through my head. As I drove I felt like I was being stalked. I got extremely scared when I knew that my suspicion was right. I place one hand on my tummy unconsciously.

What?

Liam's Point Of View

After Mia dropped the divorce paper on my office desk, and she walked out of my office, Sliver came into my office. I wasn't expecting her to be honest. We have not been in contact with each other since she traveled out of the country and after the cheating scandal.

"You didn't tell me you guys had divorced," she said, obviously pissed that I didn't carry along in the whole process.

As I was about to respond to her, I got a call that Mia was at the hospital and that she had gotten into an accident. At that point, I didn't know how to feel or how to react. I just felt neutral at that point.

"What is wrong babe" Sliver asked me as she noticed my worried expression.

"Mia was involved in an accident," I answered her, as I gathered my things and picked up my car keys. Sliver was following me behind, when I got into my car I drove to the location of the hospital she was rushed to.

When we got to the hospital, her dad and stepmother were at the hospital already. I heard the doctor telling them that the children are safe and healthy, but she shouldn't stress herself too much, and she needs enough rest.

Children??? Is the baby more than one?? I question myself. In order to confirm if what I had just heard was the right thing, I walked toward the doctor to ask him what he meant by children.

"Hello sir," I greeted the doctor, stretching my hand towards him for a handshake.

"I heard you saying children, what do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"She is pregnant with twins" the doctor answered, and I was shocked.

We were still in the waiting room, waiting for her to walk up, and I began to think a lot of things, at this point I was confused. I don't know if I should choose between love or my children. If she had listened to me and aborted that pregnancy, I wouldn't be so confused right now.

FLASHBACK

When I saw Mia for the first time, I was only attracted to her because of her nice shape. I don't love her, I knew Mia was crushing on me right from when we were in high school. I only got married to her because I wanted to get back to her step-sister. I have been in love with Sliver for the past 9 years because we were high school lovers. But one thing led to another. Sliver left the country and cheated on me. I wanted to get back at her, so I decided to cheat on her with her sister, who is Mia.

The fourth time I met Mia was at the club with her friends. I won't lie that I wasn't attracted to her. I was so attracted to her that that night we were both drunk, and we ended up having sex with each other. Not knowing that Mia was a virgin, I felt guilty that day.

I woke up from bed the next day while Mia was still asleep, I walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After I was done, I came out of the bathroom only to meet Mia sitting on the bed crying.

"What is wrong, Mia?" I asked her, but she did not answer me. She just kept crying.

She just stood up from the bed with the blanket around her body and walked to the bathroom. I looked back at where she stood up from. That is when I saw a small blood stain on the bed.

"Oh my god, she should have told me she was a virgin and I wouldn't have made an advancement towards her," I said, obviously pissed about everything.

She walked out of the bathroom wet with a towel around her waist which barely covered her ass. I was lost staring at her until she cleared her throat. I can swear Mia is a very beautiful lady with a nice figure that can make a man go crazy, but I don't love her and am only sexually attracted to her. How do I tell her this is a one-time thing without getting her hurt because I just took her innocence?

The fact that I broke her virginity was what made me get married to her. I felt sorry for using her, but the deed was done already. I married Mia out of guilt, not out of love.

The first year of our marriage was kind of blissful. I was trying my best to make her feel loved. But I ended up falling out of love with her. When Sliver came back into my life, she reignited the long lost love I had for her.

I noticed I wasn't giving Mia peace of mind, and Sliver also advised me to end whatever I had with Mia for us to be together, so that is why I decided to end the marriage by giving her a divorce. At least, she will be able to meet another person that will love and cherish her more than I do, because she deserves the best.

The whole thing got worse when she told me she was pregnant. I don't want a child from Mia, I only want a child from Sliver. I want a child from someone I love. I don't want the child to go through any traumatic experience because I don't know if I will be able to extend my love to the child, since I don't love the mother.

I don't want my child to go through what I also experienced as a child. My parents were in an arranged marriage and I won't say it is one of the best. They never loved each other, their love didn't extend towards me. That is why I asked Mia to abort the child.

END OF FLASHBACK

At this point, I am so confused. The doctor informed us that she was awake and everyone rushed into her ward.

"Hold on, slow down, you don't want to disturb other patients in the ward," the doctor instructed, smiling.

"My baby," her daddy said as he sat down at the side of Mia's bed.

"How is my baby doctor??" Mia asked as she placed her hand on her tummy even though there was no visible bump there yet.

"Your babies are fine," The doctor responded as he noted down some stuff.

"Wait.... What??? Babies??" she asked, surprised.

"Yes ma'am, babies. You are pregnant with twins" the doctor announced, and a small smile appeared on her face.

This is the first time, since we were married, that I have saw a genuine smile on her face. When her eyes met mine, her facial expression changed to an angry one immediately.

"Dad, what is he doing here?" she asked her father, pointing her fingers at me.

"I called him when you got into an accident. At least he is the father of your unborn children," her dad explained.

"Well, Dad, he is not the father to my children. My children have no father. When they grow up, I will tell them their father is dead." she say every word with venom and meaning every single thing she just said. I was in pain, I won't deny it, I felt a sharp piercing pain in my chest. After all, I told her to abort the child, so I don't have any right to claim the child.

"How are you feeling now?" I asked her, trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Why do you care? Do you ever care how I was feeling before? I don't need your pity." she responded to me rudely, and I opened and closed my mouth.

Mia never speaks to me like this, I don't know what has gotten over her, I thought.

"I don't need you here, I don't need your help, neither do I need you around me. I can do things on my own. I have been doing things on my own when I was married to you," she said, and I could not say anything, at least not in her current position.

"Dad, please tell him to get out. Your presence is not welcome here," she declared.

After she said that, I just excused myself from her ward.

Her father walked up to me outside the ward where I sat, and patted my back in a comforting way, not like I cared either. I drive back home, as different thoughts run through my head.

Did I make a mistake by sleeping with Mia 6 years ago?? Did I make a mistake by getting married to her?? Did I make a mistake by divorcing her?? I asked myself all those questions, but there was no answer to them. I banged my fist on my steering wheel and I screamed out in frustration.

Be strong, I encourage myself. I did all that I did for the best, and I did them for her too. I'm not remorseful about it, it is not my loss because I got my love back.

Mia's Point Of View

I was discharged from the hospital three days later. My daddy paid my hospital bill and drove me to my penthouse. I built my penthouse a year before I got married to Liam.

When I got home, I was kind of tired. I walked into my room to take my bath.

Now, I finally have time to shower properly.

I stripped down naked and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and traced the injury mark with my fingers.

After I came out of the bathroom, I wore very light clothes. I was lost in thought when I heard the ping of my doorbell. 'Who could it be by this time,' I thought.

When I got to the door to open it, I saw someone I was least expecting standing at the entrance in a black round neck and a black pair of jeans, looking so cute and innocent as he stood outside my door, Liam.

"Yes, what do you want??" I asked him.

"I brought some of your stuff for you because I figured out you would need it. They are in my boot," he answered, pointing towards his red BMW, which I know he just got because he didn't have this car when we were together.

Liam is a billionaire, a billionaire who loves changing cars almost every week and a billionaire who breaks my heart into a million shreds. If you visit his penthouse, you will think he is into car selling or car leasing.

When I got married to Liam, a lot of people resented our marriage. Most people thought I got married to him because of his money.

The funniest part is, that I also have my own money and my own company but am not wealthy compared to Liam, even though my wealth has added up because of my divorce with Liam.

I followed him to his car as he opened his boot to bring out the stuff he had brought. He tried to strike up a conversation with me. But I didn't pay attention to him.

When I was carrying the last bag, he pulled me by my waist, making me so close to him that I could feel his breath on my face.

"Mia," he mentioned my name and I swear that had a serious effect on me. I thought I had gotten over this guy.

"Liam, you are crossing your lane, do you think you still have that effect on me???" I asked in anger as I pushed him away and walked inside angrily.

"Mia, Mia," he said as he kept following me.

"Well, I think you are done here. Thank you, but don't you think it is time to go back home to meet your new wife or girlfriend," I uttered sarcastically.

"At least, listen to what I have to say," he urged me.

"Well, as you can see, I am not interested," I replied, and I slammed the door and bolted it behind.

After he left, I felt like a fool. I shouldn't have given him the impression that he still had an effect on me.

A few minutes after he left, my dad and stepmum came to visit me, and he brought up the suggestion for me to travel out of this country to Paris that he had gotten the ticket and everything ready.

"It's okay if you don't want to travel. I won't force you either" my dad said, and he stared at me.

"Dad, I am trying to figure out what went wrong. I can't even control the pain in my heart and that is what is hurting me more" I said, and he pulled me into his warm embrace as I cried.

I know that if I travel to Paris, it will give me enough time to heal, to forget about Liam and focus more on the personal growth of myself and my child. It will be the best decision for me to travel. I am even tired of staying in this toxic environment because everything here will keep reminding me of Liam. But the question is, am I ready to get over the little sweet memory I had with Liam???

"I will go, Dad," I answered, and my dad gave me a little smile.

"I will send one of the maids to assist you with packing. You leave for the airport by 7:30 AM tomorrow." my dad said.

We talked for a few minutes before my stepmother and dad returned home. My dad said he had a business matter to handle.

"I'm done packing your stuff, ma'am," The maid said, as I snapped out of my thoughts which were filled with Liam, I just nodded my head and thanked her.

The next day, I was preparing to go to the airport around 6:30 am when I saw Liam's message.

His message stated: Please, let's meet today. I need to tell you something very important. You can choose the location and time

Well, unfortunately for him, we can't meet. I just read his text and did not bother to reply to him. I am trying to get over you, but you still keep coming into my mind. I continue to prepare for my trip to Paris.

I'm going to Paris to have a great time and to be happy, not to get sulked by an ex-husband who never cared about me or even his unborn child. I picked up my phone and I wanted to reply to his message telling him I was not in the country again, but I had a second thought. Do I still love Liam?? Am I ever going to get over him?? It won't be easy because he was my first love. I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard my brother's voice.

"Mia, are you done packing!" my brother shouted from the sitting room.

"I'm coming, almost done. Give me a few minutes. I will be downstairs soon!" I responded to my brother in the same high tone.

When I got downstairs, I rushed into my brother's arms and hugged him so tight. It has been up to 2 years since I have seen my brother, and I think I really need this hug.

He helped me out with my bag, and we got into his car as he drove me down to the airport. We got out of the car and my brother escorted me to the airport. I met the shock of my life. I saw Liam walking towards my direction and I looked back at my brother, but he raised his hands up, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

"Mia, please let's talk. Give me a chance to tell you what I have to say," Liam said, as he held my hand, but I snatched my hand from his grip.

"Liam, don't you get it?? What else do you want to say? What else do you want to do that you haven't done?? It is over Liam, we are divorced officially. I don't want to see you around me if you don't want me to call the cops on you" I said as I walked away from him, heading towards my dad's private jet.

"At least inform me when it is time for your due date, let me be there for you when it is time to give birth to our child" he said. As I heard that statement, he said, it made me more furious.

"What do you mean by our child?? For your information, I am not pregnant. I have aborted the child since that is what you want. I don't want your seed in me. I don't want to bear your child. I don't want to see my child and keep remembering you and keep remembering the pain I went through." I said as I saw him break down, I don't really care if I hurt him with my words at that point, because all he ever did was hurt me too.

"Isn't that what you want?? Why are you now pretending that you are hurt?? You have always wanted me to abort my child and I have done it. Please.